Post by .Thalia.Nicodemos~ on Jul 23, 2009 11:22:28 GMT -5
FULL.NAME| Thalia Athenasia Nicodemos
BIRTHDAY| April 14, 1904
I.AM.THIS.YOUNG| 108 (Looks about twenty)
PINK.OR.BLUE| Pink
OCCUPATION| Taxi driver
SEXUAL.ORIENTATION| Bisexual
MEMBER.GROUP| Maenad of Fire
COVEN/CLAN/CLIQUE| Free agent
HAIR.COLOR| Bright, firey Red
EYE.COLOR| Obsidian black in human form
HOW.I.AM.BUILT| She's actually rather thin and scrawny, almost to the point that she looks unhealthy, but don't let that fool you. The girl packs a punch.
THIS.HEIGHT| 5' 7"
THAT.WEIGHT| 124 lbs.
TATOOES| None
PIERCINGS| Two on both ears plus one cartlidge on her left ear
I.HAVE.A.TWIN| Hayley Williams
OVER.ALL.LOOKS| Altogether, Thalia looks pretty normal aside from her bright red hair which often makes her stand out. She usually dresses in bright clothes that send out a message, which will range anywhere from 'Don't mess with me!' to 'Hi! Let's be friends!' depending on how she's feeling on that particular day. Jeans and a T-shirt is a very common sight on her, and she hates skirts and dresses or anything that she would wear to a fancy gig with the exception of ties. Light jackets or comfortable hodded sweatshirts are also common for her, even though the cold weather of New York doesn't bother her, for obvious reasons.
Thalia doesn't really consider herself pretty by any means. She doesn't really care what anyone else thinks of her, so she usually won't go out of her way to makes herself look presentable. She usually won't bother with makeup or anything like that.Thalia's eyes, aside from her hair, are probably the most notable aspect of her appearance. In her human form they are black as coal, but can burn right through you if you make her angry.
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I.LOVE.THIS|
Alcohol
I.HATE.THIS|
MY.STRENGHTS|
MY.WEAKNESSES|
QUIRKS&HABITS|
OVER.ALL.PERSONALITY| Thalia has a very adventurous, outgoing personality. She is more of a doer than just a talker. She's good with words, but actions speak louder, right? No matter where she is or what she's doing, she needs to be active. She gets very uncomfortable, even nervous when she sits still for too long. She enjoys being around lots of people and her greatest fear is being completely alone. At first, she can seem a bit intimidating because she can be a bit overbearing at times, but she'll usually be very friendly to you if you don't give her a reason to hate you. If you do get on her bad side, you'd better watch out! She's not afraid to be violent and she tends to be rather sardonic when she's in a bad mood. If it does come to a fight, she's a very tough opponent to beat, especially in her true form.
Thalia gets bored very easily and doesn't like doing one thing for too long. She thinks she's better than the humans among whom she lives, and she will often do very brazen, brash things just to mess with them, often involving setting things on fire. Thalia is very competitive and won't run away from any challenge, however trying it might be. She hates losing and looking like a coward, and because of this she can be very stubborn and refuse to give in, even if her goal seems impossible.
Though Thalia can be rash, even careless, she's not totally irrational. She's got a lot of common sense and street smarts to make up for her lack of book smarts. She loves to explore and to go new places, which is why she ended up in a city as large as New York, where the adventure never ends.
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HOMETOWN| Athens, Greece
PARENTSI| Hesper and Anastasia Nicodemos
SIBLINGS| None
I.HAVE.PETS| None
CURRENTLY.LIVING| New York City, New York
OVER.ALL.HISTORY| Thalia was born in Athens, Greece on April 14, 1904. That is, at least, when she was found by a an old farmer who heard her crying out in his wheatfields one day. The farmer, whose name was Hesper Nicodemos, took the newborn child back to his wife, who convinced him to keep her, never having been able to have children of her own. Even in her earliest childhood, Hesper and his wife could tell that Thalia was no ordinary child. Sometimes her blankets would be seared at the seams when there was no fire around, or sometimes candles around the house would just light themselves. Still, the kindhearted couple could not just throw the child out, so they raised her in their small farm on the outskirts of Athens.
Thalia grew up as a Greek farmgirl. Her adoptive parents never had the money to send her to a proper school, so she spent her days helping her father around the farm. Thalia was happy with Hesper and Anastasia, but one night everything went wrong. It was a silent, moonless night. Thalia was only twelve years old, and she found herself caught in a terrible nightmare. Today, she doesn't even remember what the dream was about, but she remembers that she woke up to the smell of smoke and the bright glow of a dancing fire. Panicking, Thalia dashed out of her room and out of the house, and although the flames licked at her from all sides, the only part of her that was burnt was her clothes.
The young girl ran until she could not see the bright lights of the fire, abondoning her home and family. She found herself utterly alone in the dark forest, where she was forced to wait out the night, lost and scared as she was. This event birthed her fear of being by herself, for she was just a child and her senses were on high alert, easily mistaking the rustle of the wind for something much more sinister. When morning came, she was found by kind old satyr named Orestes, who took care of her until she was quite old enough to take care of herself. It was during this time that Thalia learned about the mythical world and discovered what she was: a maenad with the ability to control fire.
By the time she was fully mature, Thalia had had enough of living in the forest so far away from people, so she travelled to Athens, where she easily found a job as a seductress, being so young and well-built. It took her a while to get used to city life, but after a while, she grew to love it. She enjoyed being around so many people, having so many different places to explore. After only a few years in Athens, Thalia felt the need to go explore new places, so she packed her things and took a train to France, and found a place for herself in Paris where she lived for a few more years taking up her former occupation to pay her way through.
Thalia spent the next eighty years of her life city hopping, never staying more than five or six years in one place. Soon it became very apparent that she was not aging, which just made her life a little easier. She never made any lasting bonds with anyone, being much too free-spirited to let herself be held down by those chains. Although she would sometimes meet someone else from the supernatural world on her travels, she stuck mostly to a mortal existance. Over the years she watched society develop and new technology become available to the people, and she was able to stray from her carerr as a harlot and find other occupations.
Soon, the young maenad became curious about America and its people. The year was 2012, so, once agian, she packed her things and hopped a plane to the biggest city in the country: New York City.
YOUR.NAMEI| Well, I've been going by Annabelle lately, so that or Thalia is fine.
I.AM.THIS.YOUNG| Fourteen
GOT.EXPERIENCE| About a year
WHY.I.JOINED| I felt obligated to join, since I kinda helped make the site.
SAMPLE.ROLEPLAY|The darkness was complete. The only light came from the distant stars in the night sky, which glimmered and glinted by the millions, unperturbed by the lights of a city left behind. The moon was absent that night, as if passing the spotlight to its celestial counterparts, who took full advantage of having the sky all to themselves. The endless stretch of water before her was a swirling mixture of pitch blackness and a creamy white of the sea foam which formed patches of bubbles here and there. The only sound came from the crashing of waves on the jagged, rocky shore and the wind as it danced through the leaves on the trees overhead. The conditions, Annabelle decided, were perfect.
A wry smile played on her plump, perfect lips as she stripped her clothing and let her hair down from the bun on top of her head. Tossing her discarded apparel on the ground, leaving it in the care of the colossal, ancient trees around her, Annabelle leapt off of one of the stones lining the coast, diving headlong into the mysterious fathoms below the surface.
She sank. Deeper and deeper she let herself fall until she lost her sense of direction and could not tell if she were sinking deeper or floating back toward the surface. She could not see, for the impenetrable gloom engulfed everything. She could not smell, for salty water clogged her nose and mouth, burning her throat and lungs. She could not hear, for there was no sound, no being, living or not, to break the ominous silence that was as absolute as the darkness which surrounded her. The only thing she could feel was the water around her, which was ice cold despite the fact that it was midsummer. The water, her one companion in this desolate, gloomy world, swirled and swished around her, tossing her hair this way and that. Or perhaps it was not the water at all that was moving, but Annabelle herself. Perhaps it was she who swished and swirled inside of this aquatic kingdom instead of the other way around.
It was here, with all of her senses numbed, her earthly shell limp and left to the mercy of the tides, that Annabelle sank into herself, unearthing parts of her that no one else saw, that no one else even imagined existed inside of the beautiful, brilliant, talented vampire girl. Memories. They were more acute now than they could have ever been on the surface world, for this was as close to sleep as Annabelle could come now, and therefore, as close to a dream as she could ever hope to have. The reminiscing began as it always did when she allowed herself a moment to remember.
Annabelle was suddenly in a garden surrounded by flowers of all shapes and sizes that were bathing in the light of the morning sun which shone overhead. She walked through her garden, her long, expensive dress making a light shuffling sound as it was dragged along on the stepping stones which marked a path through the blossoming greenery. She was searching. Scanning the area for a figure she knew was around, longing to catch a glimpse of the small girl's gentle face.
Annabelle stopped walking as she heard someone call her name. She knew the voice instantly, recognized at once that sweet, angelic chime calling out to her. Turning on the spot, she immediately caught sight of the small, frail servant girl hurrying toward her through the rows and rows of flowers. The girl was smiling. How precious was that smile. Annabelle would have given anything, anything to see that bright, warm face again, to be able to touch it, to hold this young girl in her arms and to share with her exactly what she was thinking, what she was feeling. If only this poor girl was aware of her tragic fate. She would not be so cheerful then, especially to this person who...
Annabelle could stand it no more. Thrashing wildly, she struggled to resurface, to find some escape from this dream that had so suddenly become a nightmare. She did not know how deep she had fallen or how far out to sea she had drifted, but it didn't matter. Nothing mattered except reaching the fresh air above, regaining control of her senses, granting her mind and heart reprieve from the terrible place to which they had retreated. Where, oh, where was the surface? How long should she swim to reemerge into open air? Was she even swimming in the right direction? Would this ever-
Finally, her head broke the surface and she gasped for breath that she did not need. She opened her eyes and welcomed the image of the stars above her, as bright and numerous as ever. They seemed to have been waiting for her, waiting along with... Oh, the trees. As the water spilled out of her ears, she could again hear the wind in the trees and the waves on the rocks. They sounded close, but Annabelle was not willing to tear her gaze from the sky to look.
She floated there for the longest time, her head just above the surface, her mind blank save for the image of the starry stretch above her. She dared think of nothing else, for she knew that if she did, the thoughts would not be pleasant. How long had it been? More than two hundred years. Two hundred years and still Annabelle could not even speak her name without a terrible emptiness filling her.
Eventually, Annabelle found the strength to crawl out of the water and back onto the rocky shore where she sat, hollow and naked until the first lights of dawn began to glow on the horizon, at which point she found it fit to clothe and compose herself. "Memories are nice," she said out loud once she was dressed and her thoughts were straight once more. "but that's all they are." Her fists clenched and her stomach lurched at her words, but she made herself listen, although she could not force herself to believe. "That's all they are."
Credit goes to OMG IT'S BELLZ!? of CAUTION 2.0
Note: Sorry, I messed with the colors a bit, but it looks pretty, right?
